Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.